The overnight sail to the Hermits was beautiful, clear skies, millions of stars and a steady light breeze pushing us along nicely over calm seas.  The next morning we entered the lagoon surrounding the Hermits and lost the wind in the lee of the islands.  On went the motor and soon we were safely anchored.  Then the weather turned nasty again with rain squalls and a nasty chop bouncing us around.  The entry in the log book reads “A shitty windy and wet day”.  That was it, no canoes came to visit, no fresh fruit to trade and no shore leave for the Truce crew.